[ Ferdinand leans slightly into that brief touch, a little delirious and a lot in love. ] Let us head in, then, before I really do faint on your front lawn.
[ After recovering the fallen promposal sign, Ferdinand follows Linhardt to his room and happily curls up in bed with him. Arms loose around Linhardt's smaller form, he drifts into a comfortable sleep with surprising ease. (any nervousness he feels from being this close to his now boyfriend promptly melts away when he feels the softness of his lips upon his once again, and the warmth of his breath tickling his skin.)
After that, it's harder than Ferdinand expects to not just brazenly hold Linhardt's hand at school. But he restrains himself, because no, they haven't had their First Kiss As An Official Couple yet! Once he kisses Linhardt at prom (dim lights and slow song mandatory), then he can start being just the tiniest bit PDA! Hold his hand, and maybe even h-h-hug him before they head to their separate classes! Oh, how scandalous but exciting! He finally understands the appeal!
It's these thoughts and the fact that he's genuinely excited to go to prom with Linhardt (which linhardt can no doubt pick up on, given how frequently ferdinand texts about it. where would you like to get dinner at first? what color will your tie be? do you need his assistance picking out a suit??? they could make it a date????????) that get him through the weeks leading up to the dance.
On the night of, Ferdinand pulls up to Linhardt's house a whopping ten minutes before they initially planned (though he gave him an updated ETA, as always!). He rings the doorbell and waits, rocking on his heels with excitement with a boutonniere for Linhardt (blue, to match his eyes) held delicately in his hands. ]
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[ After recovering the fallen promposal sign, Ferdinand follows Linhardt to his room and happily curls up in bed with him. Arms loose around Linhardt's smaller form, he drifts into a comfortable sleep with surprising ease. (any nervousness he feels from being this close to his now boyfriend promptly melts away when he feels the softness of his lips upon his once again, and the warmth of his breath tickling his skin.)
After that, it's harder than Ferdinand expects to not just brazenly hold Linhardt's hand at school. But he restrains himself, because no, they haven't had their First Kiss As An Official Couple yet! Once he kisses Linhardt at prom (dim lights and slow song mandatory), then he can start being just the tiniest bit PDA! Hold his hand, and maybe even h-h-hug him before they head to their separate classes! Oh, how scandalous but exciting! He finally understands the appeal!
It's these thoughts and the fact that he's genuinely excited to go to prom with Linhardt (which linhardt can no doubt pick up on, given how frequently ferdinand texts about it. where would you like to get dinner at first? what color will your tie be? do you need his assistance picking out a suit??? they could make it a date????????) that get him through the weeks leading up to the dance.
On the night of, Ferdinand pulls up to Linhardt's house a whopping ten minutes before they initially planned (though he gave him an updated ETA, as always!). He rings the doorbell and waits, rocking on his heels with excitement with a boutonniere for Linhardt (blue, to match his eyes) held delicately in his hands. ]